Pure Care or Pure Liar

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I was recently alerted to this Pure Care Herbal Cream, marketed as an “all natural” and steroid free remedy for eczema or psorasis.   It is only available for sales online or distributed via in-person. It has received…

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In memory of…

In memory of…

Marcella Buck.  In my walks around the city, I notice the stones and plaques at the base of trees and bushes.  Because I haven’t lived in this city for very long, I don’t know the history of most of them, nor do I know the people the markers are honoring.  On the other hand, I find them fascinating, and wonder about the person who placed the marker as well as the person or group the marker is honoring.

Okay, I understand when it is honoring a group, for example, the Jaycees.   And I even suspect that many of the individuals are related to the person, who had the marble block placed. That makes perfect sense to me.

My new obsession with a marker, in particular, the marker that bears the name Marcella Buck, has to do with the fact that the huge evergreen that it was planted underneath has been cut down.  The stump, which is now nearly flat to the ground, is all that remains of this pine.  The marker is still there, but looks lonely and out of place.

Since this has happened, and every time I walk by her marker, I wonder:

Have the people, who placed the marker, been consulted or know?

Do they care?

Will there be another tree or bush planted to replace this one?*

Who was Marcella?  A daughter? A mother? A wife? All of them?

In other words, what’s the story behind the marble plaque?

Or has she been forgotten by all who knew her?

Perhaps the answers don’t matter, but still I wonder.  She obviously meant something to someone, was loved and cared about deeply. Alas, I will probably never know.

in memory of…

silk flowers change

with the season


I wrote the first section several years ago, and since then, there was a Japanese maple planted to replace the pine, but just recently someone has been  placing silk flowers at the base of the stone. At Christmas, red silk poinsettias were added, and just this week, deep pink silk peonies replaced the seasonal poinsettias. I still know little about Marcella except that she has not been forgotten, that she is still loved and missed.

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No, thank you

Can’t claim to have seen the show, but this is plain wrong.

From the Keyboard


The other night, I watched as a TV food critic led cameras into the kitchen of a trendy new restaurant.

His review of the meal has been rhapsodic, spread over an array of dishes, which he lustily devoured. And, I  thought, gee, I’d like to try that place.

Then he went into the kitchen to talk to the chef—a young man who was clearly thrilled by the attention, his new star-status.

Being the food freak I am, I waited, pen in hand, for the reviewer to repeat the restaurant’s name and address, both of which I’d failed to write down during the opening. Yes, I was smitten, and ready to make a reservation the minute I had a number, That is, until the chef, while demonstrating how he prepared a signature salad, plunged both of his bare hands into the bowl of greens and other ingredients, and fondled them…repeatedly.

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The Journey of 1000 Miles…

…begins with a single step.

Working on the goal of walking one thousand miles this year (thanks to Caroline C for the challenge) in the past two months, this pedometer geek has definitely gotten out of the slump seen in the number of steps of the last few months of 2016.

In January, the total number of steps taken by the pedometer geek was 266,612 steps of which 150,747 were aerobic steps. (Aerobic steps are based on ten minutes or more of continuous walking.) As embarrassing as it is to admit, there were nearly as many aerobic steps as what this slacker totally put on the pedometer in December. All told, 83 miles of the goal were accomplished through the end of January.

While January’s numbers were a vast improvement over December’s numbers, February was an even better month. This pedometer geek managed to log 297,290 steps during February. Aerobic steps, which were mostly obtained on the treadmill, totaled 185,265. Except for one day of 9,614 steps, the daily goal of 10,000 steps (or more) was also obtained, but, obviously overall, the average day’s total was 10,617 steps. In the mileage department another  93.71 miles were accumulated bringing the yearly total to 176.71 miles. As an aside, this pedometer geek has an Omron pedometer, Model HJ-720ITFFP, which records steps, aerobic steps, miles, and calories.

The advantage to all this time on the treadmill is that this pedometer geek has also had the opportunity to read quite a few books since the beginning of the year. Just in February alone, sixteen books were read (or completed). To this, as in years past, working on bookcrossing.com challenges of the pages-read challenge and SIY (set-it-yourself) finds this reader ahead of the goals, but more important, it is fun to combine the two resolutions of walking and reading.

Now to continue the inroads made in the first two months as the year moves forward. Although the books were not listed here, a few of them have been reviewed on http://www.pedometergeek.wordpress.com. If interested, I can always list some of the books read in the past two months in the comments.



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This is a short, poignant poem written by my friend Annette A. Talbert. It really spoke to me; I hope you appreciate it as much as I did.

In Transition

We humans build walls,

to separate –

we create artificial barriers

to keep those different people

from mixing with “us.”

Walls are first created in our hearts

when we divide the human race by-

race, tribe, religion, politics, sex,

then we build a wall to keep

the “others” away.

But travel by air into space-

and notice there are no barriers

on this fragile blue planet.


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A Different Way of Seeing

I wrote this several years ago, and it was published in the anthology entitled On Being a Pharmacist: True Stories by Pharmacists, compiled and edited by Joanna Maudlin Pangilinan and J. Aubrey Waddell. It was published by the American Pharmacists Association in 2010.

I share it now.

     Ancaro imparo means “I am still learning” and is attributed to the 87-year-old Michelangelo. Like him, I am still learning and have found that nearly every pharmacist has been able to teach me something. That’s one of the great advantages to working with so many people over the years. The mentoring process is ongoing and perhaps even subtle at times. Often, we learn to do something a better, easier way. Sometimes it’s a new technique, or it’s a more effective way to communicate with the patients we serve. At times, we even learn how best not to do something.

Once, the lesson I learned was how to be more compassionate. Lori was a technician I hired many years ago. She had a gap of nearly 5 years in her work history, and I wondered whether she would be dependable. From her interview, I found out that she was a mother of two young boys and was just reentering the workforce. Although she was on welfare, she had plans to go back to school to finish her education.

At the time, I wondered if I would be taking a gamble by hiring her. In the end, I decided to give her a try, and, boy, did that gamble pay off! She was extremely dependable, had a great work ethic, and was upbeat about everything. In her words, she was “blessed” despite the difficulties of rearing two boys, returning to school full time, working, and being on welfare. I worked with her for several years until she graduated as a nurse.

One day when we were working together, a patient on welfare came in to pick up a prescription. The prescription was written for Phospho-soda, which is an over-the-counter (OTC) medication. In the state in which I reside, OTC medications are not, for the most part, covered by Medicaid; however, prescription medications are. Thus, even if the patient has a prescription for an OTC medication, she would have to pay for it. Most patients on Medicaid cannot afford to pay for any medication that isn’t covered by their insurance, no matter how inexpensive.

In the patient’s case, this medication, being used for a procedure, was medically necessary, yet the patient did not have the money to pay for it. At that, Lori said that she would pay for it, and she did. She, who could ill afford it herself, paid for the patient’s prescription.

I admit that I was embarrassed by my lack of generosity and compassion. That I, who could easily afford it, couldn’t see that the patient’s need outweighed the cost, but Lori did.

Whether she knows it or not, that act of stewardship has forever changed the way I look at patients and their needs. I believe I have become a more caring pharmacist and have at times done the same thing for others—whether it’s a college student away from home and out of cash, a person who just can’t afford a needed antibiotic, or some other equally important reason. No, I don’t pay for everyone’s prescriptions, and I don’t do it all the time, but sometimes it is as Lori said, “Well, she needs it, doesn’t she?”

Nancy Brady, 2009


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Totally Nuts!

Just had to share this blog; it is totally nuts.
By the way, the bag of peanuts that is labelled for the birds doesn’t post a warning. Birds and squirrels, you are on your own.


The other day I bought a bag of peanuts.

The back of the bag listed the ingredients: peanuts

and below that–

“Allergen Statement: May contain peanuts.”

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